Reta bites her thumb, squints and rocks back and forth as she strains to hear what Chief whispers to Slurb.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
"Dogs... I make them dead and take their ears. Guts to stew, paws to chew, and ears go here." She pats her quiver where several dried old dog ears hang. "Fireworks?" She shrugs. "OK"